Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Scion,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Gong,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.